Before you goDo me a favorGive me a numberOf a girl almost like youWith legs almost like youI'm buried deep in mass productionYou're not nothing newI like to drive along the freewaysSee the smokestacks belchingBreasts turn bronwSo warm and so brown

Though I try to dieYou put me back on the lineOh damn it to hellBack on the line, hellBack on the lineAgain and againI'm back on the lineAgain and againAnd I see my face hereAnd it's there in the mirrorAnd it's up in the airAnd I'm down on the ground

By the wayI'm going for cigarettesAnd since you've gotta goWon't you do me that favorWon't you give me that numberWon't you get me that girlYeah, she's almost like youYes, she's almost like youAnd I'm almost like himYes, I'm almost like himYes, I'm almost like himYeah, I'm almost like him